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This rendering of Psalm 34 brought tears to my eyes. Thank you. And it brings to mind a poem I revisited this a.m. by Ann Bradstreet entitled “May 13, 1657”. I was adding it to my “file” for a future essay called “Wailin’ Mamas.” Here are a few lines:

“To HIm that heard my wailing voice.

My winter’s past, my storms are gone,
And former clouds seem now all fled,
But if they must eclipse again,
I’ll run where I was succored..

I have a shelter form the storm,
A shadow from the fainting heat,
I have access unto His throne,
Who is a God so wondrous great.

Your poem is an inspiration and comfort and joy to this sometimes wailing mama.